"Love Me I'm A Liberal" lyrics
"Love Me I'm A Liberal"
I cried on September 11th
Tears they ran down my spine
Like I cry for each murdered Iraqi
As though I've lost a neighbor of mine
But Afghanistan got what was coming
It was the right thing to do at the time
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
And I go to the anti-war rallies
Curse George and the whole G.O.P
And I can't get enough of Obama
Oh his message of change speaks to me
But sure Nader's right about most thing
But he cost Gore that election, you see
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
And I bristled with rage through Katrina
The response made me sick to my heart
I'm sure FEMA would've come running
Had it flooded rich whites in Cape Cod
But don't talk about revolution
Cause that's going just a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
Yes I vote for the Democratic Party
I figure soon enough they'll come along
And I attended those Vote For Change Concerts
And they sure got me singing those songs
And I'm bothered about corporate government
But I do want our brand to trade strong
So love me, love me, love me I'm a liberal
Yes I read the New Yorker and Nation
And I've learned to take every view
And I idolized Franken and Stewart
Hell I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes down to globalized markets
Well there's no one more red, white, and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
And sure once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to some socialist meetings
Yeah I learned all the old union hymns
But oh I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal
Writer(s): Phil Ochs
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- Kevin Devine Lyrics
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